Monthly Archives: June 2009

liquorball with steve mackay: evolutionary squalor (rocketship)

so i’ve been imbibing this satanic cypriot (you know, from cyprus…) liqueur all weekend.  a bastard concoction somewhere between sherry and rum.  some sugary minbender that rots yr brain and skews yr teeth.  either way not only have my lips been numb for thirty six hours but i keep seeing shapes leaking like bitched ink [...]

mirrors: something that would never do (violet times)

big muff big muff big muff!  no not a typed ode to the joys of fuzzy oral pleasure.  but another about-fucking-time psychey garagey protopunky resissue.  and further proof that nothing bad came come of a band indulging in the big muff. born of that weirdy scene in seventies cleveland ohio that also threw up rocket [...]

swells is dead…

so farrah fucking fawcett to give her her full name pops her clogs, then jacko comes along and hogs that particular corpse limelight, steals her deceased thunder and it takes me till now to find out that swells has bitten the goddam dust.  he was the only only only good thing ever to appear in [...]

richard youngs: beyond the valley of ultrahits (sonic oyster)

last time i saw richard youngs he was klanging and fizzing his way freely through some moaning wailing noise set with heather leigh murray.  so it comes as well nothing of a surprise (given his fondness for genre bending switchery) to find him indulging his pop whims.  and it comes as nothing of a surprise neither [...]

open strings: early virtuoso recordings from the middle east v/a (honest jon’s)

only just now found the time to give this beast the full attention it so deservedly deserves. four lps, stylishly sleeved and contained in a rigid slipcase.  the artwork all monochromatic loveliness, woodcuts by katharina immekus.  beautiful in every fetishy packaged way possible.  lovely to look but to listen to? a freaking joy.  mastered at [...]

reverend beat-man: the bonnevilles: the coyote men: les bof!: the bucky rage: eruption: halt bar: glasgow

sweet jeebus.  the gods did smile upon me on saturday.  all the indicators were there.  i fell in love as i always do with the girl behind the bar (a dancing vision in blue).  i drank all day enough to be nicely toasted but not to next day regret excess.  i saw a shitload of [...]

xasthur: all reflections drained (hydra head)

  christ this is a bit of a creepy record.  so in recognition this wordspew is dedicated to the crazed bastard(s) (can there really be more than one of you sick enough to want these jpegs?) searching for hazel blears upskirt pictures… righty.  new album , or rather a cd reissue, from scott conners’ one [...]

the thermals: stereo: glasgow

so contrary bugger that i am i had a last minute change of heart and chose to go see the thermals instead of throbbing gristle.  not much of a difference… maybe it was the ticket price, the overindulgence of noise recently, the fact i have an embarrassing crush on kathy foster, the need for thrashed [...]

blank dogs: under and under (in the red)

goddamn have in the red been on a hot frickin roll recently.  another belter here, slightly behind schedule with this one (and a few others…) but been waiting like a sweaty end of days obsessed millenist around 11:59 31/12/99 for the expanded vinyl and it’s certainly worth chucking out some belated words about. can i [...]

jazzfinger: blood stereo: the hunter gracchus: towering breaker: cca: glasgow

right.  this shite’s going to be boringly linear i’m afraid (yet all over the goddam place). first up were towering breaker.  i liked the tape destruction and reeltoreel abuse, i liked the use of walkman and tables spaghettied with wires and boxes, i liked the skaters style fug and klang of metal.  yr chocolate monk [...]

the rats: intermittent signals (mississippi records)

alrighty.  second rats reissue on mississippi.  i’ll keep it brief. it’s like the first one but souped up in every department.  got a bit of beef, steroided muscle, to it’s brittle bones and sinew.  and sam henry from the wipers replaces rod rat on bashing things with sticks this time round, apart from animal, the [...]

cheveu: triple school: mono: glasgow

en s’eclate! so cheveu.  another of my ss records favourites.  saw them ages ago supporting man man and was transfixed by their strange mix of korg blues jibbering.  tonight was no different.  one guitar, a table full of stuff with wires and a singer with three mics and some plinky things. sweaty, twitchy and slightly [...]

emeralds: solar bridge (hanson)

okay let’s rewind a year almost and pretend that, hey this’s just come out. king tupou v is crowned as the 23rd monarch of tonga.  there’s a total solar eclipse.  north korea declares sweden its enemy.  somali pirates!  barrack obama!  hurricane gustav!  bombs in baghdad!  earthquake in china!  the leader of malaysian opposition anwar ibrahim [...]

loren connors: the curse of midnight mary (family vineyard)

the story goes: mary hart (the titular midnight mary) way back in the day in conneticut, collapses, passes out, and on presumption of being deceased, is buried by her husband.  mary’s sister has a nightmare about her being buried alive.  queue her freaking out, the body gets exhumed and there lies mary, her hands torn [...]

sonic youth: the eternal (matador)

sonic youth in decent new album shocker.  more at ten…

alasdair roberts: stereo: glasgow

i once facetiously described alasdair roberts’ music as occupying some bastard bermuda triangled no-mans land between shakespeare, the corries and will oldham.  none of this meant in the pejorative you understand.  i love the mans music (and wordsmithery).  all’s i was getting at was the clash, the coming together, the mix and matching of the traditional [...]

michael hurley: armchair boogie (mississippi records)

woo-hoo.  mississippi records number eighteen.  they never disappoint.  another vinyl reissue, another (kindof) lost classic.  michael hurley’s bedroom masterpiece, armchair boogie. one of those who’re hipsterly covered and namedropped (by everyone from cat power to espers to violent femmes) but rarely listened to. recorded his first album for folkways back in 1965 (re-released by locust with [...]

the barack obama dildo from alternative tentacles

time to take a break from all these records. this slightly creepy shit arrived in my inbox today from alternative tentacles (yes the record label…).  the disclaimer at the end amuses me no end.

sir richard bishop: the freak of araby (drag city)

aaah, a slightly more sedate post today.  i’ll tone down the bombast and my (apparently) irritating verbosity in favour of a more compact, relaxed experience. the bishop’s back, electric guitar plugged in, and all is good with the world. indulging his lebanese roots, mixing the middle eastern with the american primitive with the gypsy flamenco [...]

sunn o))): monoliths and dimensions (southern lord)

in the beginning was the word, and the word was with doom, and the word was doom.  carlson was with doom in the beginning.  through doom all things were made; without doom nothing was made that has been made.  in doom was life, and that life was the light of men.  the light shines in [...]

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